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Here they come
green as onion ends
crocuses peek
through the snow
undaunted by cold
or dead branches
all around.
There they are
a circle of verdancy
calling softly to the snow
crusted around
melted by the subtle
heat of crocuses
rising.
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Lady A
03-04-13
402p
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Just loved your poem
Just loved your poem about the readiness of Spring and budding new life, makes me feel renewed.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Thankst
4 the read. Renewal is like Spring, an awakening - be well, Stella
Beautiful!
Beautiful!
Thanks Beav
We no longer dream of Spring, we will live it very soon. Thanks for the reading of my small offering ~~A~~